way.”
He gave me a quick once-over before laughing shortly. “Yeah, not like Tom. Tom lives for work. But you probably figured that out today.”
I looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
“You’re an impossibly attractive woman and the only thing he noticed about you were your notes.”
* * *
I was still mulling over those words when I went to bed that night. Still mulling them over as I brushed my teeth the next morning. Still turning them over in my head when my phone screamed at me from the counter. I spat out a mouthful of foam and snatched it up in the same second. It was my ringtone for work.
“Hello?”
“Miss Harks?”
I nearly choked—it was my supervisor. At last, here was the tongue-lashing for yesterday’s bizarre performance. If my luck held, I might actually get fired.
“Ms. Macer,” I started nervously, “what can I—”
“Harks, there’s no time. Do you remember when I promised Trask we’d give him the first draft of the formal proposal on Wednesday, and he bumped it up to Tuesday?”
A tangible feeling of dread began hardening in my stomach. “Yes...”
“Well, he just bumped it up to Monday.”
My eyes widened, and I held the phone with both hands. “You’re kidding me.”
It was impossible. It quite simply couldn’t be done. There weren’t enough hours between now and Monday to even attempt it.
“Miss Harks, I know you’re new, but if there’s one thing you’ll learn about me, it’s that I’m never kidding. I’m going to need you to get started on this right away.”
“Of—of course!” I raced back to my bedroom and started one-handed stripping, simultaneously fumbling around in my closet for work clothes. “What do you need me to do?”
“China.”
I paused, one foot still in the air. The entire merger was with China.
“What...does that mean?”
“Harks, I hate to do this to you. Lord knows you had enough on your plate with this being your first week and all, but we need this. You just spent the last night learning all of this by heart, and you certainly proved you knew your stuff at the presentation yesterday.”
Proved I knew how to be a human piñata was more like it.
“Ms. Macer, I just don’t think I can—”
“I’m not asking you to do the whole thing. PR is handling human relations, legal will be refining the language, Jamie’s writing the section on all future contingencies, and me and the rest of the team are mapping out past and present risk assessment. All I need you to do is figure out where we start with both companies now . The actual merger , part of the merger.”
So...write the merger.
My automatic whirlwind of refusals and denials caught in my throat with a single word.
Larchwood.
This was what it took.
All at once, my priorities shifted. The limits and capabilities of what I could do suddenly stretched beyond the horizon. That confident girl was back. And she’d come just in time.
“I’m going to need copies of all the latest stock reports sent to my fax immediately—the home number is on file. And I’m going to need constant access with whatever regional director has been assigned to this part of the project. I don’t want to be emailing back and forth trying to get approval for each new section—I need someone on the ground.”
I found myself throwing out commands like a seasoned general, and what was even more surprising was that Macer didn’t bat an eye.
“Of course—whatever you need. The papers are already coming through.”
I heard my fax machine buzzing from the living room, followed by the sound of a hundred papers falling to the floor.
“And as for the regional director—this is technically Michael’s territory. He’ll be your liaison for the day.”
An image of a glistening, mouthwatering Michael grinning up at me from beneath the weights flashed through my mind, and I faltered.
“Um, actually... Not that there’s a problem, but if anyone else was available—”
She